Why keep me here alive?

Sitting, waiting, crying in the dark, but not afraid,
Crimson red blood flowing from deep cuts only just made.
Why won't they listen to me? Why won't they leave me be?
Do they even realise I hate being me!

I want to die and that is what I will get,
But do not worry or ever fret.
It will make me happy and never sad,
I will not feel depressed anymore or even bad.

Time passes by hour by hour,
Just like petals fade on a perished flower.
Noone lives forever,
So why keep me here now like this forever?